Beseeching the tomato gods

Whoo-hoo!  David rototilled and readied the tomato beds!  Now all we have to do is sacrifice a lamb, vestal virgin, or Henry to get a good crop this year.

Garden hopes

Hoping to avoid blight this year, we bought all our tomato plants at Russell's.  They had a great selection and what a selection of everything garden-related.  The complex itself is gigantic, a place we could not take VA without losing her or spending a jillion dollars on all the garden/kid/toy/art merch.

Henry was pretty good, sleeping or nursing -- yes, I whipped out a boob while walking around.

Just and Unjust War

Virginia: "Mama, why does that damn woodchuck keep eating our vegetables? What are you putting on the garden? Why is it fox urine?" 

I am ready to make an IED, plant it in his shed, and blow that sucker up. 

He nibbled everything, but I was able to harvest these for dinner.